Or, like Calisthenes, be cag'd for life, Rather than shine in fashions of the east. Eum. Let me, brave Clytus, as a friend intreat you. Heph. What virtue is there that adorns a throne, Exalts the heart, and dignifies the man, Which shines not brightly in our royal master? Clyt. Unhurtful! oh, 'tis monstrous affectation! Pregnant with venom, in its nature black, And not to be excus'd 1. -Shall man, weak man! Eum. Yet what was Jove, the god whom we adore? I'll not believe the world yet ever felt Clyt. I tell you, boy, that Clytus loves the king Yet I disdain to sooth his growing pride: The hero charms me-but the god offends. Heph. Then go not to the banquet. Clyt. Why, I was bid, Young minion-was I not, as well as you? Enter ALEXANDER, STATIRA, SYSIGAMBIS, PARISATIS, and Attendants. Par. Oh, gracious monarch! Spare him, oh, spare Lysimachus's life! rows. Par. Save him, oh save him ere it be too late! You shall not pass. Statira, oh intreat him! Alex. Oh, madam! take her, take her from about me; Her streaming eyes assail my very soul, And shake my best resolves. Stat. Did I not break Thro' all for you? Nay, now my lord, you must: By all th' obedience I have paid you long, F By all your passion, sighs, and tender looks, Alex. Honour! what's that? Has not Statira said it? Were I the king of the blue firmament, And the bold Titans should again make war, [Exeunt Heph. &c. Stat. Why are you thus beyond expression kind? Oh, my lord! my raptur'd heart, By gratitude and love at once inflam'd, With wild emotion flutters in my breast; Oh, teach it then, instruct it how to thank you! Alex. Excellent woman! 'Tis not in nature to support such joy. Stat. Go, my best love; unbend you at the banquet; I dress your bed with all the sweets of nature, But never close my eyes till you return. [Exeunt Stat. As Venus lovely, and Diana chaste? And yet I know not why our parting shocks me; Her voice, like dying echoes, fainter grew, Methought the strings of my great heart were crack'd. What could it mean? Forward, Leomadus. Enter ROXANA, CASSANDER, and POLYPERCHON. Why, madam, gaze you thus ? Rox. For a last look, And to imprint the memory of my wrongs, Alex. On to the banquet. Rox. Ha! with such disdain ! [Ex. Alex. &c. So unconcern'd! Oh, I could tear myself, Him, you, and all the hateful world to atoms. Rox. Shall he then die shall I consent to kill him? Worlds should not tempt me to the deed of horror. Poly. The weak fond scruples of your love might pass Was not the empire of the world concern'd; But, madam, think when time shall teach his tongue, How will the glorious infant which you bear Arraign his partial mother for refusing To fix him on the throne which here we offer? Poly. Not he alone, the Persian race shall bleed: At your command one universal ruin Shall like a deluge whelm the eastern world, Rox. But 'till this mighty ruin be accomplish'd Cas. Would you vouchsafe in these expanded arms Rox. Disgrac'd Roxana! whither art thou fall'n? 'Till this curs'd hour I never was unhappy: There's not one mark of former majesty To awe the slave that offers at my honour. Cas. Impute not, madam, my unbounded passion To want of rev'rence I have lov'd you long. Rox. Peace, villain! peace, and let me hear no more. hou I'd leave the bosom of a god |